Beauty vs The Beast

 

Yokozuna vs Luke 'The Blue Boy' Bradley

At 18 years old, Luke Bradley had just graduated high school. He left, known as the State Champion of High School wrestling, having won the finale match. Still ambitious, Luke had desires to continue his wrestling after high school, into professional wrestling. His high school coach had put him in touch with a nearby professional wrestling company, East Coast Wrestling, where the manager, a man called Hugo had invited him for an interview. 

Luke arrived at the building where East Coast Wrestling was based. He nervously walked up the steps and through the front doors, where there was a receptionist. "Hi, I'm here to talk to Hugo?" The receptionist looked at Luke, "here for a chat and a trial?" She replied. "Uhh, yes ma'am". "I'll just go and get him for you". 

Luke waited in the lobby, as the receptionist vanished off through a door. A few minutes later, she arrived back with a man following closely behind,

Hugo: "AH, Luke. Nice to finally meet you". He held out his hand, which met mine. His hands were rough. He was small in stature, completely bald, wearing a beige suit and pants. 

Hugo: "Follow me, kid". 

Hugo led the way through the doors, and Luke followed. They entered a small office, "Take a seat, Luke". "So, you want to try some professional wrestling?" 

L: "Um, yes sure. I.. uh, I won State Champion for High School Wrestling, so I think-"

Hugo interrupted, "Yeah look kid. That's great, really great, but professional wrestling is quite different to high school wrestling. You don't look to be much competition for a lot of my guys, to be honest".

Luke looked to the floor, disappointment flooded his face.

H: "Okay, look. So I am looking for more smaller guys for some of my matches, and you're definitely small. How about we have a trial match? Today". 

Luke looked up again, "Today?" 

H: "Yeah, I've had a guy who was supposed to have a match today, he's bailed, and I'm kind of desperate, no offence. You'd be doing me a favour".

L: "Does that mean you'll give me a shot here?" 

H: "We'll see how today goes. If you can sell well, then yeah, I might give you some more opportunities".

L: "I.. i don't actually have any of my gear".

H: "Don't worry about that, we've got plenty of gear". So is that a yes?" 

Luke paused for a second. "Yeah i'd love to. Who am I wrestling?"

Hugo stood up, and headed for the door, "Come. Lets find you some trunks and boots. What size foot?" 

L: "Uh, an 8 sir. Who's my opponent". 

Hugo hurried down the corridor, pretending not to hear Luke's question. He reached for a door, and opened it. It was a closet, with stacks of shelves, with trunks and boots, and masks. A wrestling fan's dream.

H: "I'm thinking blue trunks. These are a small, should fit you. And here's some size 8 boots. I'll show you the changing room".

L: "Are you gonna tell me who my opponent is?" 

Hugo stopped and turned to Luke. "Okay, his name is Yokozuna, he's a Japanese wrestler. He's a bit bigger than you, and your job is to basically lose to him, but make it look realistic, you gotta sell it".

L: "I see". 

H: "Here's the changing rooms. Just go in, put your trunks and boots on, and come out when you're done".

Luke entered the changing room. About 10 minutes passed, and he reappeared through the doors, wearing the blue trunks, and black boots.

H: "Nice body kid. Lets just measure your height". 

Hugo pulled out a tape measure, and measured up to Luke's head. "5 foot 8. Now step on these scales. Jeez 156 pounds".

H: "Right and then I just need you to sign this paperwork. Just so you can't sue me if you break your neck". 

Luke signed the contract.

L: "How much does my opponent weigh?"

H: "So here's the doors, when you hear your name 'Luke Bradley', thats when you enter the ring and wave to the crowd, got it. Oh and he weighs 590 pounds. Go get 'em kid". 

Before Luke could even take a second to process that information, Hugo had vanished up the corridor. 

From the other side of the doors, "PLEASE GIVE IT UP FOR.. LUKE. BRADLEY". 

Luke had no choice, he had to go in. He pushed through the doors, and saw a huge ring in the middle, surrounding by fold out chairs, most of them had an audience member. Every person looked at him as he walked towards the ring. He looked up at the ring and saw his opponent stood in the corner. He was enormous. 

Luke's legs began to shake and quiver, his hands became sweaty. He slowly made his way up the steps and through the ropes. His skinny frame a complete contrast to the enormity of his opponent stood just 2 feet away. Yokozuna took a step closer towards Luke, who froze in complete terror. Yoko completely towered over him, in both height and width. 

A bell rung, Luke's terror became reality. Yoko grinned and wasted no time, and slapped Luke right across the face, "welcome to wrestling, kid". He said in a menacing tone. He scooped Luke up and body slammed him to the mat. Quickly, he grabbed a handful of Luke's hair and pulled him back to his feet before scooping and slamming him a second time. The sound of groans came from the crowd around the ring, but with 'finish him' from one member. 

Yoko pulled Luke's arm and dragged his body towards the corner of the ring. Luke was led, flat on his back, his head just below the bottom turnbuckle. Yoko stood, one feet either side of Luke's body, and began climbing the ropes. He stood on the middle ropes, and shouted "BANZAIIIII" before jumping up and crashing down onto Luke's body. 590 pounds came crashing down onto Luke's chest and stomach. All the air in Luke's body was immediately pressed out. The referee counted "1.. 2... 3". It was over. Yoko sat, and looked down at Luke's face, slightly pink. Yoko stroked his cheek, "Welcome to wrestling", he whispered.